Power Stolen By The Kiss(male reader x rwby) +18

Yummy Meal

Nick eagerly digs into the steaming beef stew, his heavy breathing and rumbling stomach betraying just how ravenous he is. The enticing aroma wafts through the air, teasing his senses. The first spoonful elicits a small moan of satisfaction as the rich flavors dance across his taste buds. He savors each bite, relishing the tender meat and the hearty blend of spices. He eagerly shovels in mouthfuls of the stew, pausing only to take quick sips of the vibrant cocktail beside it. The combination of flavors creates a symphony of sensations in his mouth.

"Mmm, this is amazing!" Nick exclaims between bites, green peas and mashed potatoes disappearing just as quickly. "Thank you so much, I was absolutely starving." The satisfaction in his voice reflects his genuine appreciation for the delicious meal.

The bartenders giggle in delight, clearly amused by the teenager's enthusiasm. "Oooh, Professor, that boy sure is hungry!" one of them says, nudging Ozpin playfully. The playful nudge adds a physical detail that enhances the interaction between the characters.

"I'll say," the other chimes in, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Good thing we've got plenty more where that came from. Can't have our honored guests leaving here anything less than stuffed to the brim!" The twinkle in her eyes and the mention of having more food adds to the jovial atmosphere.

Ozpin chuckles, cutting into his own steak with a knife and fork. He glances at Nick, a touch of pity in his expression. "Yes, well, the life of a professor can be quite demanding. I'm afraid our young friend here hasn't had the chance to enjoy a proper meal in some time." The touch of pity in his expression conveys his understanding and concern for Nick's well-being.

The bartenders nod in understanding, already making their way back towards the kitchen. "Say no more, sugar. We'll have some more orders out to you two in a jiffy. Gotta keep our favorite regulars happy, after all!" The understanding and willingness to provide more food create a sense of hospitality and care.

As the bartenders disappear, Ozpin leans in closer to Nick, his voice lowered. "Now, my dear boy, about this little... investigation of mine. I must admit, I could use a sharp mind and a pair of keen eyes. What do you say? Care to lend an old man a hand?" The lowered voice adds an element of secrecy and seriousness to their conversation.

Nick swallows his mouthful of stew, wiping his half-messy mouth with a napkin. He takes a sip of his colorful cocktail, the ice cubes clinking against the glassware. The cool, refreshing taste of the drink quenches his thirst, providing a momentary respite from the flavorful stew.

"Wow, you're persistent, aren't you, Professor?" Nick asks, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I gotta say, I'm impressed. Most people would've given up by now." He leans back in his chair, eyeing Ozpin curiously. The amusement in his voice and the curious gaze show Nick's intrigue and admiration for Ozpin's determination.

"But I've got to ask - what's really in it for me? I mean, you're clearly trying to rope me into something here, and call me crazy, but I'm not exactly keen on getting mixed up in whatever seedy underbelly business you've got going on." Nick takes another sip of his drink, the flavors dancing on his tongue. The flavors dancing on his tongue add a sensory detail that enhances the description of his drink.

Ozpin chuckles, nodding in understanding. "Fair enough, my dear boy. I can certainly appreciate your caution. After all, the world we live in is a complex and often treacherous one." He pauses, taking a moment to savor a bite of his steak. The pause and the savoring of his steak show Ozpin's appreciation for good food and his ability to enjoy the moment.

"However," Ozpin continues, "I believe that with the right guidance and a keen eye for detail, you could prove invaluable in my... endeavor. You see, I'm not just some bumbling old professor, content to while away my days in the ivory tower of academia." He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. The conspiratorial whisper adds an element of secrecy and excitement to their conversation.

"No, my young friend, I'm a man with a mission - a mission to uncover the truth, to shed light on the shadows that so often lurk in the corners of our society." Ozpin's eyes glint with a hint of determination. "And I believe you, with your sharp mind and... unique perspective, could be the perfect partner in this pursuit." The glint in his eyes and the determination in his voice demonstrate Ozpin's passion for his mission.

Nick listens intently, a spark of intrigue igniting in his gaze. He swirls the ice in his glass, contemplating Ozpin's words. The swirling of the ice adds a visual detail that reflects Nick's thoughtful contemplation.

"Alright, Professor, you've got my attention. But I'm gonna need a little more to go on here. What exactly are we talking about?" Nick's voice conveys his curiosity and eagerness to learn more about the mission.